And play the humble Host: Our Hoftefs keeps her State, but in the best time [They fit. Lady. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our Friends. For my Heart speaks, they are welcome. Enter firft Murtherer. Macb. See they encounter thee with their Hearts thanks, Both fides are even here I'll fit i'th' mid'ft, Be large in Mirth, anon we'll drink a Measure The Table round. There's Blood upon thy Face. [To the Mur. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then. Mach. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he dispatch'd? Mur. My Lord, his Throat is cut, that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the beft o'th' Cut-throats; yet he's good, That did the like for Fleance: if thou did'ft it, Thou art the Non-pareil. Mur. Moft Royal Sir, Fleance is 'fcap'd. Macb. Then comes my Fit again : I had elfe been perfe&; Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rock, As broad, and general, as the cafing Air: But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in To fawcy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe ? Mur. Ay, my good Lord: fafe in a Ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gafhes on his Head; The leaft a Death to Nature. Mach. Thanks for that; There the grown Serpent lyes, the Worm that's fled No Teeth for th'prefent. Get thee gone, to morrow We'll hear our felves again. Lady. My Royal Lord, [Exit Murtherer. You do not give the Cheer; the Feast is fold That is not often vouched, while 'tis making 'Tis given with welcome; to feed were beft at home; From thence, the Sawce to Meat is Ceremony, Meeting were bare without it. The Ghost of Banquo rifes, and fits in Macbeth's place. Macb. Sweet Remembrancer ! Now good Digeftion wait on Appetite, And And Health on both. Len. May't please your Highness, fit. Macb. Here had we now our Country's Honour, roof'd, Were the grac'd Perfon of our Banque prefent; Who may I rather challenge for Unkindness, Than pity for Mifchance. Roffe. His abfence, Sir, Lays blame upon his promife. Pleas't your Highness To grace us with your Royal Company? Macb. The Table's full. Len. Here is a place referv'd, Sir. Len. Here, my good Lord. What is'c that moves your Highness? Macb. Which of you have done this? Mach. Thou can'ft not fay I did it: never shake Roffe. Gentlemen rife, his Highness is not well. Lady. Sit, worthy Friends, my Lord is often thus, And bath been from his Youth. Pray you keep feat, The fit is momentary, upon a Thought He will again be well. If much you note him You fhall offend him, and extend his Paffion; [Starting. Feed, and regard him not. Are you a Man? [To Macbeth. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the Devil. Lady. O, proper ftuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the Air-drawn-Dagger which you faid Authoriz'd by her Grandam: shame it seif !- Macb. Prithee fee there: Behold! look! loe! how fay you? [Pointing to the Ghost. If Charnel-Houfes, and our Graves muft fend Shall Shall be the Maws of Kites. [The Ghoft vanifkes. Lady. What? quite unmann'd in Folly? Lady. Fie for fhame. Macb. Blood hath been shed e'er now, i'th' old time Ay, and fince too, Murthers have been perform'd Lady. My worthy Lord, Your Noble Friends do lack you. Do not mufe at me, my moft worthy Friends, Come, Love and Health to all, Then I'll fit down: Give me fome Wine, fill full [As he is drinking, the Ghoft rifes again just before him. I drink to th' general joy of the whole Table, And to our dear Friend Banquo, whom we mifs, Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avant, and quit my fight, let the Earth hide thee: Thy Bones are marrowlefs; thy Blood is cold; Thou haft no fpeculation in thofe Eyes, Which thou doft glare with. Lady. Think of this, good Peers, Approach thou like the rugged Russian Bear, S 4 Un Unreal Mock'ry hence. Why fo,—be [The Ghoft vanifbes. I am a Man again: pray you fit ftill. [The Lords rife. Lady. You have difplac'd the Mirth, broke the good Meeting, With most admir'd diforder. Macb. Can fuch things be, And overcome us like a Summer's Cloud Without our special wonder? You make me ftrange, Even to the difpofition that I owe, When now I think you can behold fuch fights, And keep the natural Ruby of your Cheeks, Roffe. What fights, my Lord? Lady. I pray you fpeak not; he grows worfe and worse, Queftion enrages him: at once, Good-night. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. Len. Good-night, and better Health Attend his Majefty. Lady. A kind Good-night to all. [Exeunt Lords. Macb. It will have Blood they fay; Blood will have Blood: Stones have been known to move, and Trees to speak ; Augures, that understood Relations, have By Maggot. Pyes, and Choughs, and Rooks brought forth The fecret'ft Man of Blood. What is the Night? Lady. Almoft at odds with Morning, which is which. Macb. How fay'ft thou, that Macduff denies his Perfon, At our great bidding? Lady. Did you fend to him, Sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will fend: More fhall they fpeak; for now I am bent to know Strange things I have in Head, that will to Hand, Lady. ་ Lady. You lack the Seafon of all Natures, Sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to Sleep; My ftrange and felf-abufe Is the initiate Fear, that wants hard ufe: We are yet but young indeed. SCENE IV. Thunder. [Exeunt. The Heath. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate. 1 Wit. Why how now, Hecate, you look angerly? Hec. Have I not Reafon, Beldams, as you are? Sawcy, and over-bold, how did you dare To trade and traffick with Macbeth, Meet me i'th' Morning: thither he Great Bufinefs must be wrought e'er Noon, There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound, And you all know, Security Is Mortal's chiefeft Enemy. |